Author Archives: Jonathan Berger

I just looked over what I was writing five years back and it appears it circled around thoughts of distance, degradation and devotion in equal parts. It seems there was a certain someone I was not being direct with and … Continue reading →

I looked back,and ten years ago I wrote perhaps the thousandth poem about the narrator’s emotional impenetrability with the ironic twist suggesting said narrator’s actual fragility all along. It was not the last time the subject would be addressed, not … Continue reading →

On the list of things to do today (compose three works of genius, two works of adequosity, one work of dreck, wash glasses, change socks, eat lunch), I did not place bird-watching anywhere near the top or on the list … Continue reading →

After it all went down, we asked how she did it. “It all seemed so scary. How’d you keep it all together?” “I didn’t see any other way,” she said, “it was either this or just collapse. I wasn’t going … Continue reading →

In my recent travels I have discovered Duck Donuts the kind of place which makes me despise the existence of an active internet. Because of the internet I can find the answers to all the myriad questions that had best … Continue reading →

Quiet, please. Your old friend has something to tell you. You have known each other for decades by now. Through centuries, at this point. You have shared multitudes of loves and lame stories and lost causes and lunar passings larks … Continue reading →

This one isn’t about you. Really, it never is. I don’t know where you got it in your head that I’ve been writing about you because I certainly never meant for you to be thinking that so I apologize that … Continue reading →

There are things that I will happily doand things I do begrudgingly, like dishes. Dishes, I take responsibility for only on the rarest of occasions. I hole up dishes in corners of my apartment and wait for the right time … Continue reading →

In the bright room resides a subtle ghost whose spirit remains in the form of pictures left to contain him and his memory after his form has gone so recently.

I really think I’m missing out on the apple train. I discovered Honeycrisp a few years ago and it immediately became my favorite new apple but now, when I see a new kind of apple I’m unfamiliar with I become … Continue reading →